When Days are a Haze

Each day merges

into the next,

Long grass verges,

Tapping in more text.

The wind is so strong,

I can’t breathe,

Something is wrong,

But don’t fall underneath.

———–

I hear bells chime

and sirens on the breeze,

I waste so much time,

Such a wilted wheeze.

Want to kick my heels

and act more tough,

Move the stuck wheels,

‘Cos I’ve had enough!

By Debbie Wood-Holland.

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